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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.