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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.