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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
ABC,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.