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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Swans to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.