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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
June Days,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.