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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.