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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.