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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Wire,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.