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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.