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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.