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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
DNA,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.