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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.