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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.