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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.