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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.