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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Swans,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.