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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.