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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.