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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.