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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Index,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.