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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Associates,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.