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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.