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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Remains,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.