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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.