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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.