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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.