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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.