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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 sitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
AZ,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Monks,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.