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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.