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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 808 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.