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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.