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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.