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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.