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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.