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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.