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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.