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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.