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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.