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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.