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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.