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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.