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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.