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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.