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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.