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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.