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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.