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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.