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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Television,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.