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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.