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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.