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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.