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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.