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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a mellotron 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.