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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.