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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Nico,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.