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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Can to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.