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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.