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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.