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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.