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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.