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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.