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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.