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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.