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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.