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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.