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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.