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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.