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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.