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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.