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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.