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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.