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 Chile 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Y Pants,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.