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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Cure,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.