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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.