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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.