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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.