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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.