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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.