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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.