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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.