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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.