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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Monks,
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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.