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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kaleidoscope 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.