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 Tuvalu 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 Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.