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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.