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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.