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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.