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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
JFA,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.