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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.