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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Symarip,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.