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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.