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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.