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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.