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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.