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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
the Human League,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.