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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.