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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.