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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.