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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.