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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.