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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.