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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.