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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Pagans,
DNA,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.