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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
X-101,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Can,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.