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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.