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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.