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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.