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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.