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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Index,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.