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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.