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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.