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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.