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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.