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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Index,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.