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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.