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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.