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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.