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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.