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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.