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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
MC5,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.