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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Organ,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.