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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Slave,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.