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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.