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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.