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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.