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 China and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.