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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Moebius,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.