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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.