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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.