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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.