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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.