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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
X-102,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.