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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.