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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.