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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.