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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.