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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Index,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.