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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Audionom,
Q65,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.