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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.