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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
ABC,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.