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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.