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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.