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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
World's Most,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.