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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.