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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.