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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.