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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.