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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.