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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a 808 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.