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 Nepal 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.