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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.