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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.