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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.