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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.