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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.