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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Organ,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.