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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.