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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
CMW,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.