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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.