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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.