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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Make Up,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.