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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.