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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.