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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.