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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Nas,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.