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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.