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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.