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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.