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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.