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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.