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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Move,
the Association,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.