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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.