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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.