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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.