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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Television,
the Human League,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.