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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Television,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.