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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
CMW,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.