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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.