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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.