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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.