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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.