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 Japan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.