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 India and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.