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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.