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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.