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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.