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 Egypt 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.