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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.