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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.