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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.