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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.