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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 presents Echospace 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?
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.