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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.