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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.