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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.