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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
UT,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.