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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.