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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
X-102,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.