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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.