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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
UT,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.