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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.