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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.