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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Can,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.