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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.