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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.