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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.