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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.