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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.