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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Smog,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.