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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.