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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Slave,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.