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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.