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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.