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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.