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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.