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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.