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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.