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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.