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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.