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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.