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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.