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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.