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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.