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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.