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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.