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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.