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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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?
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.