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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.