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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.