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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Sparks,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.