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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.