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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Wings,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.