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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.