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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.