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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.