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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.