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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.