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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.