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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.