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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Whodini,
DNA,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.