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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.