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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.