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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
CMW,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.