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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.