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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.