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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.