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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
UT,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.