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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
X-101,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.