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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Technova,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
This Heat,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.