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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
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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.