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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.