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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.