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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.