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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.