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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.