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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.