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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.