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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.