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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.