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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
a-ha,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.