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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.