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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.