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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.