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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.