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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.