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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.