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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.