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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Nas,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.