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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.