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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.