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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.