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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.