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 Russia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
World's Most,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.