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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
The Move,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.