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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.