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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.