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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.