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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Mandrill,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.