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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.