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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.