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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.