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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.