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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.