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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Gories,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.