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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.