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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.