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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.