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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.