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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.