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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.