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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Wire,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.