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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.