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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.