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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.