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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.