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 Eritrea 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.