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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.