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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.