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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.