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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.