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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.