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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.