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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.