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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.