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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
UT,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.