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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.