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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.