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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.