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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.