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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.