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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.