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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.