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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.