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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Index,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.