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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.