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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.