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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 AZ to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.