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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Nico,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.