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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.