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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.