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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.