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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
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,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Index,
Magma,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.