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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.