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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
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