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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 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?
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.