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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.