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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.