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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.