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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.