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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.