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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
ABC,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.