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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.