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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.