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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.