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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
cv313,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.