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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.