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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Can,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.