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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.