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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.