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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Rakim,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.