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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.