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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Scion,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.