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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.