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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.