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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Organ,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.