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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.