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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Magma,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.