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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.