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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.