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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.