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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.