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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.