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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.