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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.