Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.