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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.