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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
MC5,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.