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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.