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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Nico,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.