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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.