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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.