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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
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,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.