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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Television,
Maurizio,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.