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 Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.