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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.