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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.