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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.