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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.