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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.