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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.