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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.