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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.