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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.