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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.