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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Motions to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.