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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.