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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.