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 Sao Paulo.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Faust,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.