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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.