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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.