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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Darondo,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.