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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.