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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.