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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.