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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Monks,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.