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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.