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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.