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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.