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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.