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 Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.