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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.