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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.