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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Kayak,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.