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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 güiro and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.