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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.