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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.