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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.