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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.