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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.