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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.