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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.