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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
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.