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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.