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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.