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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Can,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.