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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.