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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.