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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
the Normal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.