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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.