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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.