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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Can,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.