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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.