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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.