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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.