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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.