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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.