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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.