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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.