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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Kayak,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.