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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.