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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.