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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.