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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.