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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
MC5,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.