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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Index,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.