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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.