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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.