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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.