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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.