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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Unwound,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.