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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.