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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.