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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.