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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.