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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.