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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.