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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.