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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Index,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.