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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.