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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.