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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
cv313,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.