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 China and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.