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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.