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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
the Slits,
New Order,
Wings,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.