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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.