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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.