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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.