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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Crime,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.