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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.