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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.