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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.