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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.