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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.