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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.