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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Faust,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.