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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
X-102,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.