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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.