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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.