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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.