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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.