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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Faust,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.