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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.