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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.