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 Israel 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.