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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Faust,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.