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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.