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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.