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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.