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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.