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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.