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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.