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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.