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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.