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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.