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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.