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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Technova,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.