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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.