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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.