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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.