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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.