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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.