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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.