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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.