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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.