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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 snare and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.