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 Belize and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.