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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.