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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.