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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.