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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.