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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.