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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.