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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.