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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
UT,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.