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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.