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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
10cc,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.