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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Index,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.