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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.