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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.