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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.