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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
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,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.