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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.