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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.