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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.