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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.