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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.