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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
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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.