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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 a sitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.