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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.