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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.