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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.