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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Move,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.